Just wanted to share this photograph by the legendary Gordon Parks. Personally, I've never seen his work in color - so this is a real treat for me.

Although the mostly grey and white photo almost feels like his black & white photography. I love how the red of the neon "Colored Entrance" sign is echoed by the red dress in the far distance and the red of the telephone booth across the street on the right. The composition is genius with the two figures (mother and daughter?) in the middle and the neon sign just above their heads - an eerie glimpse into the banality of segregation.

This photo makes me wonder: What the woman is looking at across the street? Is she waiting for her husband, a friend? What did it feel like to have to use the "colored entrance" only?